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He was a quiet kid; skinny and tall. He was looked on by others to have an uncertain future. He didn't trust. He was never taught how to. One man, who was considered a criminal, ironically enough took the lanky teenager in off the streets. This man, Mao, became a father figure to the boy. There was another boy who Mao took in. This boy, far more decisive with himself, but able to hide both good and cynical attributes of himself, became a comrade or a brother to the boy. This so called comrade, his name, Viscous. They were raised to survive. Their lives were grim. The only truth they knew laid in the syndicate which would chain them to one another for eternity; The Red Dragons. Mao, a highly revered member of the syndicate would eventually get the boys inside. Neither of them thought they would have the kiss of betrayal on their cheek, but the poor lanky boy, whose name was Spike would.
He was a quiet kid; skinny and tall. He was looked on by others to have an uncertain future. He didn't trust. He was never taught how to. One man, who was considered a criminal, ironically enough took the lanky teenager in off the streets. This man, Mao, became a father figure to the boy. There was another boy who Mao took in. This boy, far more decisive with himself, but able to hide both good and cynical attributes of himself, became a comrade or a brother to the boy. This so called comrade, his name, Viscous. They were raised to survive. Their lives were grim. The only truth they knew laid in the syndicate which would chain them to one another for eternity; The Red Dragons. Mao, a highly revered member of the syndicate would eventually get the boys inside. Neither of them thought they would have the kiss of betrayal on their cheek, but the poor lanky boy, whose name was Spike would.
